When I got up early, Chunshan was silent. I lay in bed and watched the blue-gray morning light flow into the back window. Pigeons "Hula" flew past the window, and then the crisp bird song was introduced to people's ears, and I suddenly woke up a lot. Suddenly I remembered reading a sentence, and the book said, "When it is extremely quiet in the morning, hearing birds singing makes people afraid of falling."
So I got dressed and stood in the corridor listening to the frequent bird calls for a long time. At that time, the mountain in front of me woke up instantly, and many green branches had grown between the dark green slopes, just like dark green strips spliced together. Compared with mountains, the colors in the fields are more beautiful. Looking around, large tracts of rape flowers are madly "yellow" and large tracts of wheat seedlings are madly "green". Coptis chinensis is green together, and green together is yellow, which makes people feel happy in their eyes.
Stand a little, take a breath of air full of vegetation, and suddenly feel refreshed. At this time, the birds seem to know that someone is listening. Birds sing one after another from the mountains, treetops and roofs, like whistles, streams and piano sounds, more like a piece of nature.
Listening to birds on sunny days is very different from listening to birds on rainy days. It is said that sunny days are good and rainy days are wonderful. If it's sunny, the mountains are empty and everything can be seen clearly. There are frequent bird calls in the clouds in the distance, which can only make people feel more empty. When I was young, I saw Wang Ji's "Into the West", but I never felt that "Tonggong Mountain is more secluded". After listening to it for a long time now, I feel that "Seclusion" is so moving that the artistic conception "wow" comes out at once.
Don't play if it rains. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, there was a lot of rain, and the rustling of rain was mixed with the singing of birds. This voice is not empty, but ethereal. The frequent birdsong seemed to shake off the rain, crisp and pleasant. At this time, it is the happiest time for birds to sing. On weekdays, I sit in my room and read a book, but I feel that all the rain is wrapped in the songs of birds and falls between the pages, which makes me feel the breath of spring.
"Small Window" writes about spring birds: In the early morning, birds in the forest fight and wake up a pillow of spring dreams. It is the most pleasant thing to have a hundred-tongued oriole. Not only the oriole heard in the mountain house, but also swallows, cuckoos, magpies, thrushes, cuckoos and other "horns" took turns to stage, which was very lively!
I have to admit that these birds in the mountains really know the word "spring goes and spring comes" better than people. Believe it or not, the birds in the mountains are noisy at this time, but how many people in the world wake up in this great morning light? (Dai Rui)